Her Heart Is Dead Inside

A female heart, walked hand in hand with his,
Always together and always near each other,
Collided together and became one big heart,
A red shaped organ sitting in your skin covered chest.

He left one a Tuesday and she was all alone,
All week, December 19th, 2008 until now,
But she is still alone, with not a single person,
To hold her hand as she walks the brick wall.

Aligned with pretty tall yellow sunflowers,
Pebbles, not in a straight line, but swirly,
Curving, and weaving between each flower,
Bees coming and going to get their nectar.

A heart, broken but not completely blind,
She still sees, and she is working on it,
Bandaging her heart at night, before bed,
Ointment, white tape and a Hello Kitty band-aid.

Alone, she jumps off the brick wall saying "bye",
To the pretty flowers she wants to pick;
To the bee's she wants as a little pet of her own,
Waiting for someone to sweep her off her feet.

The blue sky and all the flowers begin to die,
Everything turns black, same with her soul,
Her eyes, deep maroon red and black mixed,
Poor little girl- her heart is dead inside.